Clock always ticking
but I can’t catch the
rhythm in its
tempos,
I’m always just a little off.
Hours keep hostages;
Small cells into which are squeezed
essential bits of life.
But I don’t like the constraints;
[To be] ensnared in eternal judgment
by encroachments
of minute captivity
where there are always seconds…
Perpetual measures, calculated waste.
If time binds us,
then how too
can it leave us behind?
Freedom is timeless,
yet, time is priceless.
And still, flight is precious –
liberation.
I’m just learning to fly.
Kayfucius 